She tipped up her wing, caught the wind, slipstreamed into light, gently tumbled through the Empty swiftly glided into the Full great sky.

As harmless as the single white smokey puff in the midst of blue summer… adrift, not unlike the message bottle dropped by an orphan off the side of a cruiseship with no known ports of call. In the captain’s cabin prayers were overheard for a trip-ending storm.

No animal walks without earning thirst, and no human can say that they live at the oasis. Not one of us hasn’t prayed to go… Not one of us hasn’t prayed to stay…

What I am wondering is if your orphan shipside message reads, “Peace at all costs”.

What I am wondering is if you would fly back HERE… to help us, if you could? And if you are reading this… I’ll know that you have.